Granet accepted a cup of tea and stood on the hearth-rug.
"How did the golf go this afternoon ?" he inquired.
"I was dead off it," Anselman replied gloomily.
"Our friend in the easy-chair there knocked spots off us." Mr.Collins looked up and grunted and looked out of the window again.
"Either of you fellows going to cut in at bridge ?" young Anselman continued.
Granet shook his head and walked to the window.
"I can't stick cards in the daytime." Mr.Collins shut up his review.
"I agree with you, sir," he said.

"I endeavoured to persuade one of these gentlemen to play another nine holes--unsuccessfully, I regret to state." Granet lit a cigarette.
"Well," he remarked, "it's too far to get down to the links again but I'll play you a game of bowls, if you like." The other glanced out upon the lawn and rose to his feet.
"It is an excellent suggestion," he declared.

"If you will give me five minutes to fetch my mackintosh and galoshes, it would interest me to see whether I have profited by the lessons I took in Scotland." They met, a few moments later, in the garden.

Mr.Collins threw the jack with great precision and they played an end during which his superiority was apparent.

They strolled together across the lawn, well away now from the house.